Baseball Fever (87/91): Don and Charlie seek comfort
Title: Baseball Fever (87/91)
Summary of the story (only updated through chap 42)
Full Chapter List (up to date)
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/characters: Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Charlie discovers some unexpected things about his sexy older brother.
Part 87: Don and Charlie seek comfort
Don and Charlie try to deal with the shock of their father's angry rejection and abandonment.
Word Count: 2387
Notes/Warnings: (Spoilers) Sibling incest
Part 87: Don and Charlie seek comfort
Don and Charlie were sitting on the couch. Don's arms were around Charlie's shoulders, Charlie with his arms around Don's waist, his head on Don's shoulder. Don didn't even remember getting there. His ears were still echoing with that slammed door, his eyes full of his father's furious face.
"We just lost our dad," Charlie whispered. "I don't know when I've seen him like that, even when… Well, I can't think of anything as bad."
"Yeah."
Charlie's cheeks were wet with tears, and Don thought his own cheeks might be as well.
"He's gone," Charlie whispered. "Gone, like mom."
Don swallowed. That was exactly what it felt like. But he said, "He's not gone gone. He'll be back on Monday after I leave."
"As my nursemaid," Charlie said. "As my angry nursemaid."
Don squeezed Charlie's shoulders. "I'm sorry. I really messed up this time."
"You?" Charlie pushing against Don's arm. "It was definitely mutual! I'm the one who started everything, remember?"
Don sighed. "God, that seems like so long ago. The resort. Snowmobiles and the sauna."
"Then Colby barging in."
"And you and me together for the first time."
Charlie leaned against Don. "How can something so right be so wrong?"
"I don't know." Don shook his head. "Dad was never supposed to find out."
"It was kinda inevitable, though, wasn't it."
"…yeah."
They were silent again.
Don kept running the same ten minutes over and over. What could he have said differently, done differently? Should he have said that he was in love with Charlie instead of telling his father the truth? His father had railed at him about lies, but was it the truth that drove him away?
No , Don said to himself. It was the sight of you in bed with your brother.
Don sighed. So much for Friday night plans. So much for any plans. His father had said that he couldn't stand to be around them. That they made him sick.
Don felt his father's disgust as if he was still standing at the door, glaring at them. Alan had pointed out that Charlie had been infatuated with him since puberty. Unspoken was, 'You're the big brother, how could you let this happen?'
I don't know, Dad. I don't know. But I don't regret it.
Don squeezed Charlie's shoulders and dropped a kiss on his head. He wanted those ten minutes back. He wanted to try to explain to his father why he was continuing a relationship with Charlie even though all laws and society was against it. He didn't know if he could explain, but he wished he'd gotten a chance to try.
"'This is no longer my home,'" Charlie murmured. "He said that. It's his home and he just…left."
"I know," Don said. "He left us."
The words shuddered through him and his fingers tightened convulsively on Charlie's shoulders. He gritted his teeth against the need to ask Charlie if he was going to leave him too. What if Charlie said yes?
Don saw the TV remote and grabbed it. "I need distraction."
"Yeah," Charlie said softly. "I don't feel like messing around now."
"Me, either," Don lied.
In truth, Don's body was still aching for Charlie, desperate for Charlie. His traitorous body didn't care that his life had just imploded. Their father wouldn't report them, would he? The look on his face as he left…
Don turned on the TV and found a rerun of a baseball game. He watched the game, held Charlie, and tried not to notice Charlie's quiet sobs.
It was past midnight. Don and Charlie were lying together in Charlie's bed, and Charlie was snoring steadily. That wasn't what was keeping Don awake, though.
Don shifted, trying to resettle his stiff cock without disturbing Charlie. He'd promised his body that its needs would be met tonight, and he couldn't talk it down.
Charlie had fallen asleep on the couch, tired from the day and from crying. At ten, Don had dutifully helped Charlie to bed, shut down the house and then gotten into his sleep shorts and t-shirt. He had stared at the guest bed he'd been sleeping in and wondered why the hell he should sleep there. Charlie had already fallen back to sleep in his bed, but he had stirred when Don had slid under the covers. He'd curled up next to Don and mumbled a goodnight. Then he'd gone back to sleeping, and Don had begun a long night of holding Charlie and staring at the ceiling.
As the minutes crawled by, the ache in Don's cock only got worse, and the voice in his head only got nastier.
You messed up everything, your life, your family. You're just a whore, and your father finally sees it. Charlie doesn't want you now. Charlie is never going to want you again. Look what you just did to him, why would he want you? And you can never go to anyone else again for your needs. You're stuck with Charlie and he's stuck with you and all he will see when he looks at you is the disgust on your father's face.
Don bit his lip and adjusted his crotch again. Charlie had slowly shifted away, deep in his sleep, and Don didn't feel like he could move towards him.
Even in sleep he doesn't want your touch. You are poison, you ruin every relationship you're in. But this isn't just another relationship. This isn't Alexei or Colby. This is Charlie, your closest family. Your only family now.
He listened to the familiar sound of Charlie snoring.
Did Charlie even want you in his bed? Or is he just moving towards a warm body? He deserves a warm body that his father doesn't hate. He needs to go find someone else.
The pain that shot through Don at that thought brought tears to his eyes. He gritted his teeth against the urge to cry.
God, you're pathetic. Pathetic ass-whore. You messed up everything.
And so his thoughts went round and round. He finally fell into a light doze.
He woke with a start to find that Charlie had snuggled up against him again. He put his arm around Charlie and breathed in his scent. His body quickly warmed up again and he was soon trembling with arousal, remembering every time that Charlie had fucked him in searing detail.
"Charlie," Don whispered. "You awake?"
I need you, Charlie. Please wake up and fuck me. I want you, I need you.
He tried to catch his breath. In the past, he'd thought he was desperate for that connection that he only got through sex. Now, he knew what real desperation felt like. He was spinning, empty, alone.
"Charlie," Don whispered louder. "Are you awake?"
"No," Charlie mumbled and snuggled closer to him.
"Charlie, please wake up."
"Uh-uh."
"Charlie, please," Don said, and was embarrassed to hear his voice shaking.
Charlie grumbled louder, "Wha' dyou want?"
"You," Don said.
"Why?"
"Charlie, please." Don tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "Please?"
"What?"
Now his whole body was shaking and even sleepy Charlie had to have noticed. "You know…"
"Whaaat?"
He squeezed his eyes shut. He doesn't want you, he doesn't want you. His heart was cracking, he was cracking.
With his last breath, he gasped, "Please, Charlie, fuck me!"
The words seemed to echo in the semi-darkness.
Charlie opened his eyes and stared at him.
"Wow," Charlie said, his voice still rough with sleep. "I will, yes."
Don realized he was still holding his breath. He let it out with a sigh.
Charlie pulled Don's face close, and they were kissing, deep and slow. Tears of relief trickled down Don's cheeks.
Turning to face Don, Charlie scooted his body up against him. Don tried to keep his pelvis away from Charlie, ashamed of his ready erection. Charlie reached down with one hand and pulled Don's pelvis close. Charlie mmed quietly as Don's stiff cock pressed against his hip.
Charlie paused the kiss long enough to mumble, "I see you've been thinking of me."
Don relaxed and resumed the kiss.
And the connection that he lived for flooded into him. Kissing, clothes on, bodies pressed together, and it was there.
He slid his fingers into Charlie's hair. Wanting to stay kissing him forever - but the rest of his body wanted to move on.
Charlie pulled away from Don and sat up.
Don must have made some sort of sound, because Charlie said, "Just getting my clothes off."
Swallowing his spurt of fear, Don rolled out of the bed and started getting undressed himself.
They quickly shed their clothes, then met again in the middle of the bed.
"Mm, better," Charlie said and pressed his naked body against Don's.
Don was pleased to feel that Charlie's cock was already hardening. Don wasn't sure he'd ever get over seeing Charlie with an emaciated body and flaccid cock.
Charlie's body overall was improving, though regaining the weight was maddeningly slow. But at this moment, Charlie felt perfect against him, his mouth on Don's mouth, his hands roaming towards Don's ass.
"I believe you had a request," Charlie said. "No, a demand."
Charlie must have felt Don tensing, because Charlie quickly said, "I'm so glad you asked." He added with deliberate lightness. "I can be hard to wake up."
"I've learned that over the years," Don said, trying to make his voice as light as Charlie's. "But instead of spraying you with water, I'd much rather do this…"
Don pushed Charlie on his back and began kissing his way down Charlie's body. He paused at Charlie's nipples then made his way over Charlie's stomach to his waiting cock. He took the cock into his mouth eagerly. It was intoxicating to know that Charlie would soon be fucking him with that cock. There was no doubt, no question, Charlie was going to fuck him. His asshole was already throbbing in anticipation.
He lavished attention on Charlie's cock, getting it ready as quickly as he could.
Don expected Charlie to pull him back, take his usual slow pace, but Charlie seemed to sense Don's desperation.
Or maybe Charlie was desperate too.
After just a moment on Charlie's cock, Don found himself pushed gently away.
"Roll on your side," Charlie said.
As Don did so, presenting his back to Charlie, he heard Charlie opening the drawer by the bed and pulling out the bottle of lube.
Don barely had the chance to tremble in anticipation before he felt a finger at his asshole, slick with lube. Charlie's finger pushed in, moved around, then a second finger joined it. Charlie stretched and prepped him more quickly than he ever had before, but it was still too slow.
But then Charlie's cock was at his asshole and pushing in.
Don cried out in surprise and relief.
"Ahh," Charlie said with a long breath out. "Feel so good…"
"Yeah," Don managed. His focus was all on that blazing, glorious connection.
Charlie wrapped his arms around Don and began to fuck him, slow and deep. Don took Charlie's hand, interlocking their fingers, and gave himself over to the timeless motion.
Don's eyes drifted closed. Their bodies were one, an oasis of warmth and pleasure in the cold void. Don felt his orgasm rising too quickly, but he was unafraid.
Indeed, Charlie shifted smoothly, backing Don off the edge, without losing any of the heat.
Don wanted to stay in this moment forever - connected, safe, wanted.
"Love you," Charlie said breathily.
Don wished he could reply in kind, but he wasn't going to lie to Charlie.
"Charlie," Don replied instead, putting all his sense of safety and connection into that one word.
"I'm here," Charlie murmured back, his voice showing only contentment. "With you."
"Yess…"
Then there were no more words.
Only the perfect rhythm, the sweet ache of approaching orgasm.
Charlie's stamina wasn't where it had been, but it was still better than average. Charlie wrapped a hand around Don's cock and held it lightly as he stroked inside Don's ass. His hair brushed against Don's shoulders, his breath on Don's back.
Abruptly, Charlie's hand tightened around Don's cock, and he began to thrust harder. Don held on as Charlie pounded into him. He jerked firmly on Don's cock and with a moan, Don felt over into a searing orgasm. He squeezed Charlie's cock in his ass as he came, the best feeling in the world.
"Donnnn…" Charlie groaned and his thrusts turned wild. Don felt the bloom of heat inside him as Charlie continued to pound for a long moment. He still jerked Don's cock, drawing his orgasm out as well.
Finally, Charlie shuddered to a stop. He whimpered wordlessly against Don's back. They lay there, gasping, and floating in the glorious afterglow. Men usually wanted to move right away, no snuggling or even pausing to breathe. But Don felt safe in Charlie's arms, felt allowed to enjoy the stretched sensation of his ass, the special tiredness of a hard orgasm.
They lay together until Don felt Charlie's soft cock slide out of him. They both sighed softly.
Don started to shift. "I'll get a towel."
"No," Charlie said, gripping him tighter. "Don't move. Stay right here."
"Okay," Don smiled in the darkness and settled back against Charlie.
Tomorrow would be soon enough for all the defenders of Hell to come down on them. The best that could happen was their father would keep the family shame in the family, and they'd just never hear from him again. The worst case would be that their father would turn them in, expose them, and they would lose their jobs, friends, possibly their freedom. Don would have said that his father would never do that, but then he'd seen his father's face tonight.
But somehow, here in the darkness with Charlie, held close and intimately, Don didn't care about tomorrow. This perfect breath of time was enough.
"Wanna stay here with you, forever," Charlie murmured. "It's just you and me now, you and me against the world, and there's no one I'd rather be with than you."
Don squeezed his hand. "Me too, buddy."
And he realized, with a sort of happy, sated surprise as he drifted off to sleep, that in that moment, he was telling the truth.